The wrong kind of weather

The weather mocked her pain,
Sun shining
Though she felt like rain.
Dark mood clouds gathered
Beneath sunny skies,
Her tears flowed,
She shielded her eyes,
From sunshine,
That felt only wrong
In her world,
Sun did not belong.

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One Response to The wrong kind of weather

  1. jfb57 says:

    After dark clouds, rain & tempest the sun will always find a way back into our lives. Ain’t nature wonderful! šŸŒž

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